what i love about your love by jana kramer
I woke up to my phone ringing, a loud, chirping ring. I rolled over and yawned, answering it. "Hello?" I said groggily.
"Hey, Willa." I heard a voice. A familiar voice.
That got my attention. I bolted up out of bed and ripped the blankets off of my body. "Cole," I said, shocked. I never expected him to be the one who called /me/.
His husky, colorful voice laughed. "Yeah, it's me. I know that we haven't talked in... well, in a while but..."
"I miss you." He finally said. "Can we go to lunch or something today and talk?"
"Um," I couldn't believe this was actually happening to me. "Yes, oh yes, of course. Say, around one?"
I waited for an answer.
I showered quickly and changed into shorts and a simple shirt. Strapping on my heels, I then applied a coat of pink lipstick and tucked a strand behind my hair. Was this suitable for a lunch date?
This wasn't a date. Just lunch, that was all. I finally decided to head downstairs and was stopped on the way down by Olive Ann.
"Good morning Olive Ann," I smiled brightly. I was happy, that much you could say.
She rolled her eyes. "I told you, just Olive."
We walked down to the kitchen for breakfast together and I laughed. "Okay, 'Just Olive'." I laughed at my own joked again, sliding into a seat at the dining room table.
On Saturdays and Sundays, the whole family was required to eat breakfast together as a... happy... family. Let's just go with that. "Good morning Daddy, mornin' Peach."
"Mornin', baby. Don't you look nice." My Daddy smiled, taking a long sip of his sweet tea. I loved him, I really did. Times like these made me realize that. But sometimes I got jealous. Could you blame me?
I bit into a strawberry. "Willa, oh where are you headed out to?" Peach asked. She always wanted to know exactly where I was going, as if I was a twelve year old girl.
"Out to lunch with a friend," I smiled, pouring myself a glass of tea. Just then, Thomas skidded down stairs and crashed into his seat next to me. I snorted.
Peach shot me a look. A warning.
My father spoke up. "Thomas, thank you for finally joining us." He cleared his throat. Thomas grunted and put a few pancakes on his plate.
My step-brother was definitely not the epitome of a southern beau. He was far from it, in fact. He had skipped classes all his life and was just passing. I looked at him and wondered what was going through his mind.
Olive Ann shook her head in disbelief. Peach smiled at her, the golden daughter. "Olive Ann, darlin', please have some more to eat."
"I'm full," She answered. She had hardly even finished one pancake. I watched as she nibbled on a chunk of pineapple. Why wasn't she eating?
That I was determined to find out. As much as this family annoyed me, I cared about all of them. I wanted Olive to be healthy and happy. I wanted that for Thomas, too. I was their older (step, let's not forget about that) sister, after all.
"Well, if you'll excuse me I wanted to stop by Tara's house before lunch." I stood up and grabbed my plate, heading to the kitchen.
I heard Peach clear her throat. "You're not going to lunch with Tara-Lynn? Why, then who are you going with?"
"Just a friend," I said nonchalantly, scraping my food into the garbage can. I washed my hands and grabbed my keys off the counter. "See you all later," I hurried out of there before anyone else could question me.
When I arrived at the cafe we were meeting at, my breath hitched. Cole looked absolutely stunning; again, wearing a suit. I bit my lip and suppressed a faint laugh. I was just happy. I couldn't help myself.
"It's nice to see you again," he said slowly, catching my eye like nothing else could. Those words meant so much to me, it was unbelievable. Everything in the past didn't meant anything anymore. All I saw was him.
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